Howling between the lightning,
lost in the storm
of my endless night,
God! I seek your name …
I don’t want your lightning
blinding me in the horror,
because I need light to go on …
Is what I learned from you
not useful to live?
I feel that my faith falters,
that bad people live,
God! better than me..
If life is hell
and the honest lives in tears,
What good is it…
for someone who fights on your behalf,
clean, pure…? What for?…
If today infamy leads the way
and love kills in your name,
God, what you’ve kissed…
To follow you is to give advantage
and to love you to succumb to evil.
I do not want to leave you, I,
show only once
that the traitor does not live with impunity,
God! to kiss …
Show me a flower
that has born
from the effort to follow,
God! to not hate:
the world that hates me;
because I won’t learn how to steal…
And then on my knees,
drawing blood on the cobbles
I will die with you, happy, Lord!